Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea South and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tears for Fears to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
Franke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amazonics,
The Gladiators,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
the Association,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
Kas Product,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
Ituana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.